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Me: What happened?

Nash: Nothing.

Nash: Then he hit me with his stick.

I stare at the screen.

Me: Like his hockey stick?

Nash: Yeah.

Shit.

Me: That’s what was on your back?

Nash: Yeah.

Nash: I have your shirt.

Me: I can’t believe it fit you.

Nash: Barely.

Nash: Was it your boyfriend’s?

Me: It’s mine. I got it in South Carolina.

Nash: Vacation?

Me: Yeah. Have you been?

Nash: No.

A minute passes, and another, and another.

Me: Why didn’t Koda call Jules?

Nash: Why would he call her?

Me: Aren’t you sleeping with her?

Nash: Sometimes.

Nash: It’s nothing more.

Me: Weird.

Nash: Why is that weird?

Me: She probably likes you.

Nash: She knows what we are.

Me: Which is?

Nash: Fuck buddies.

Me: Wow.